If there is anywhere I have failed in this memoir, it's here...where are the words to depict the experience of this type of love?? The way that the cells came together to create this being...
Family
Chapter 19
I learned that many people tend to prefer the puddle to the ocean. I was yearning for depth, for meaning, for someone that understood me.
Chapter 18
He walked the path of crime in other ways, not at all knowing how to process the trauma he experienced in his own life. I recently learned that, like my mother, he too was brutalized as a child…brutalized in every way a child can be. No exaggeration.
Chapter 15
I didn't know that would be the last time I would ever see him, but I get now that he did. He told me that he prayed every day that I didn't end up like him.
Chapter 12
I understood early on that the world I lived in was crushingly realistic. Which, coincidentally, was quite the paradox for a world so far from understanding what was real.
Chapter 11
I believe that in life we are granted soulmates. Not only in the form of lovers. They can be found in friends or in your family if you're really lucky (it's harder to lose them this way).
Chapter 7
The love was so immense, the connection so strong, and the potential so real that I started to freak out internally. It would physically hurt to be away from him. I didn't understand it.
Chapter 3
You think you understand love until you recall memories like that...patience, unselfishness, perseverance...that's love.
In Bloom 